i wanted something
i could not pick apart.
nothing cement, just water
as a voice should be
i wish i were born
in a different country
or maybe that my mother
hadn't given in to america
so my lips could mold
around subtle notes.
my mind only passes
rich sentences along
i admire the dance
of syllables, i curl into
the emotion of
the tongue
and let the specifics
fall to waste
even the song
could not disguise
the tone
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